Just because I'm on a roll of posting today, I figured why not share this little work in progress. It has a ways to go yet.

This painting is for the time I walked to a friends house with another friend after going to a show. We listened to 'lua' by bright eyes and it was lovely. I frequently think back to that night and smile inside, I wish every moment could feel as calm and content as that one did. Lately though, it does :)

She walked with care.

She walked with care, her tender steps leaving not so much as a footprint in the rubble strewn ground. Before her, the street went on for miles, stretching until it connected with the grey skies and formed a horizon.

On either side of her stood the burned out shells of what had once been magnificent blocks of apartment blocks, now reduced to nothing more than charred skeletons, mere reminders of the radiant wealth they had represented.

She pulled dug her hands deep into her pockets, searching for any warmth her worn coat could offer. The cold wind stung her face, sending tears cascading across her porcelain white skin. As the made her was along the stretch of cracked pavement that had once been a main street, a light flurry of snow began to fall around her, the flakes falling slowly, spiraling, and finally melting on the ground.

We Are

We are the fog in your mind
We are what got you here in the first place
We are the shaking in your legs
We are the doubt that weighs you down
We are what you hide
We are what you hate
We are your future
We are your past
We are inescapable
We are unpredictable
We are here to stay.





We were what saved you
(You were what burdened me)
We were your life
(You were what changed me)
We were what cured you
(You were what plagued me)
We were your friend
(You were what I fought)

We will always be remembered
(You will always be a reminder)

Calculation Theme

I'm sick, you're tired, let's dance
Break to love make lust I know it isn't
I'm sick, you're tired, let's dance
Cold as numbers but let's dance

As though it were easy for you to lead me
I could be passive gracefully

Half the horizon's gone
a skyline of numbers
Half the horizon's gone
working the numbers
'till I'm sick

Sleep don't pacify us until
Daybreak sky lights up the grid we live in
Dizzy when we talk so fast
Fields of numbers streaming past

I wish we were farmers, I wish we knew how
To grow sweet potatoes and milk cows
I wish we were lovers, but its for the best

Tonight your ghost will ask my ghost,
Where is the love?
Tonight your ghost will ask my ghost,
Who here is in line for a raise?
Tonight your ghost will ask my ghost,
Where is the love?
Tonight your ghost will ask my ghost,
Who put these bodies between us?

Don't you love those weekends. When everything works out. And you love life? Cause I do.

I doodled today. I loved every minute of it. Make your 3 wishes and they might just come true.

The longest show I've ever played is coming up this saturday night; 3 hours of music. I feel like i should be nervous, but I'm just excited. Everything is happening so fast around me, and when it finally slows down I just want more. It's all or nothing.

Photo of me by Britni McPherson